Well, its been a while since I let you into the LA’s universe and I thought it would be great to let you in with another story. It’s not an easy story, as far as disappointments go this was a let down for our characters. This is ACT 2 of the horror of “The Story of 6.”
The shadow came from a race of people not to far from our galaxy. The Shadow’s people evolved and changed over centuries. Years and years past from the waken world before The Shadow came into existence, that a particular trait had mutated into his people. Since The Shadow was a finally mutation form his people evolutionary train, this mutation was one of the most important mutation ever. However, it was never detected until the birth and death of The Shadow, his first death. We come in after the Shadow’s second death.
A shot whistles through the air and The Sahdow’s face turns form a grin to fear of dread as ‘the shot herd ‘round the world’ penetrated his left ventricle and collapsed his heart. The bullet was designed with a poison that penetrates The Shadows DNA and strikes at the most vital organ. It cause The Shadow’s heart to rapidly decay and leave nothing but broken DNA Strains and piece of organ in its wake. It was fast and efficient, but not to efficient. A crack, a sliver, passed into the mind of 6. Janelle Cosgrove was infected by a disease, a cancer of the conscious and a virus to the soul. Janelle had evil imparted into her, at the purist form. She opened the door with a wrong decision and now evil slipped in inadvertently and laid dormant until rest. Rest, rest was a cheap commodity that was lost when Janelle went behind the Presidents Pardon and caused the unthinkable to happen. Pure evil was died, died for now.
The Line
Everything was going good... until I decided to help someone... ug! Why, it’s a common problem with the world. I (or you) help someone and something in the world (or that person themself) fails to make good on a promise. It’s as if the Devil has an attachment anywhere on the line, and he can ruin multiple people. It seemed natural to want to help people but little did I know it would ruin my day and possible my weeding.
It was 8’o clock sharp, and nothing but the faint sound of the Internal Business’s cooling system running in the background. Everyone would be late today, because of a misfortunate accident that had caused a 4 car pile-up, right outside my parking lot. Who would have thought it possible? Certainly I didn’t, or I would have been prepared with a ‘Just-In-Case’ plan. Nope, I’d have to juggle the morning TV, the Morning System Start-Up routine, and the daily bustle of phone system problems.
I had already made it past the first two items on my mock to-do list written on the back of my clipboard, when I got a phone call from an ‘Unknown’ caller. I assumed it was a collector so I hit the hang-up button, I missed. I heard a faint, “Hello?” in the background. I wanted to shoot myself, my finger slipped and it went on speakerphone answering the incoming call.
“This is Justin, What can I do for you?”
“Like the for-real, EGT Man?”
“Um, Professor Karros.”
“Wait, from the scandal with the government? Or that ‘guy who owns EGT’?”
“Not Jon Karros, Justin Karros. Yes the guy who owns EGT. What can I do for you?” In the sudden urge of hearing, ‘wrong number’, I stopped listening.
“It’s me Derrak, you remember me? Right?” Oh how I hoped I did not remember this insane child from my unbearable attempt at parenting. “I have a favor to ask you. You see my mortgage is running up and I’m goanna get a huge bonus check from Swatzin Int’l for my consulting services… Well, I was wondering if I could borrow 10 grand from you. The bonus will be sent to me in a month, and I promise I’ll pay you back with interest.”
My backbone took a hike and my conscious passed out after hearing the words ‘[can I] borrow 10 grand from you’. “Wait? What! Can’t you just wait till you get the bonus and pay it all at once?” I really, really, truly wanted to hang up the phone and blame the wireless connection.
“No. You see… I missed a couple of payments with the mortgage company… and they need the money now. It will close my account with them and I’ll own my home, but if I don’t pay it they’ll evict me.”
It gets worse, “When do you need to pay it buy?” My body slowly and sluggishly waked down the next corridor.
“Oh… um… sometime by today at 5:00pm, Eastern Standard Time.”
Click… well that’s what every other fiber of my being, but my big fat month, wanted to do. Instead of a defining and resounding NO, in the sound of an insidious click, the caller on the other line herd this:
“Ok…” Dam, I just sold my soul for 10 grand a mortgage… Oops!
Ok, I know what you’re going to say. ‘It’s your child, help him out.’ ‘He deserves a helping hand.’ ‘It’s only 10 thousand dollars… that’s all.’ A. No, B. No, and C. NOOO! First he is an adopted son, which owes me at least a couple million in damages. Second he deserves a royal…, and third the money wouldn’t be a problem had I’ve written him a personal check. But, no! I had to go ahead and right him a 10 thousand dollar company check, and had it wired to his mortgage account. I should probable stop here… I mean I have enough evidence to incriminate me as the ‘Nicest Person to Take-Advantage of’ category. But No! The day didn’t stop there.
It wouldn’t have been such a problem if I was not getting audited today. The common result of an audit is a minor correction of a 2 cent miscalculation of taxes and a whopping $99,999.98 dollar fine. It was the government’s way of using EGT as an Automated Teller Machine. I got audited once every 2 weeks… we had a department designed to help the department of EGT Taxes & Finances to integrate with the overbearing demands of the IRS… or the Illogical Robing System as I have come to know the Internal Revenue Service. Idiots.
It wouldn’t even come close to being a huger problem; If I wasn’t getting married the next month and in need of 10 grand. I thought I’d borrow from my company and be fine. Nope, per a regulation I set up, no one can extract more than 100,000 dollars from an EGT Banking Account with an EGT Navidia Employee Signature. In case I lost you, I had to write a 10 grand personal check to pay for the fine from the IRS because no one had yet been able to show up at work due to the perfectly timed 4 car pile-up. No Navidia Employee, No 100 Thousand Dollar Check.
So when the next month comes around, on the exact day of Derrak’s bonus to be written out, I see a small article in the Wall Street Journal about an International Law Firm declaring bankruptcy at 9:05 yesterday morning. I look down at the edge of the article and notice the name… include unprintable saying of pure rage and disgust. Aka, words cannot describe the level of dangerous rage I was at.
I get a call from my child, that’s now 10 thousand dollars deprived, and here him explain how he won’t be able to pay me right away… at least until a year from now. Translating form lying-esse, “I will never, ever be able to pay you back, Justin. Go away.”
Now you can only imagine how infuriating I am… Consider my emotional state the equivalent of a nuclear bomb going off in your back yard and staring at the mushroom cloud about to envelop its debtors, the society that had built it.
It gets worse… way worse. It really couldn’t get worse than this. Unless... well, nothing is worse than realizing your 10 grand short of your last weeding payment and… oh yea. The weeding is today, approximately 25 minutes 4 seconds and 4 hours away. #$%@...
So it’s now 3 hours later and I have exhausting all methods of making up the 10 grand. Now I’m 10 grand and a long distance phone bill away from the perfect weeding night. I go and dial the first three digits of my future wife’s phone number, real, real slowly. I break in tears, because as I go to enter the third number, the phone rings. Yeah, it’s my wife calling me.
This usually means, someone told my wife about my predicament and she’ll never, ever forgive me. As compared to me telling her the truth where she’ll just never forgive me. Trust me, there is a difference. one involves having hell rain all over your life. The other involves the hell and the fiancé holding the pitch fork as I am burned at the stake… Did I mention my stomach is now aching and my nerves are vibrating insanely fast? You could probable power the empire state building, if it was still in existence, for a day with the level of stress I am currently at.
I calm for a second and proceed to jump into the ceiling on the second ring of the phone. I pray “LordPleaseHelpMe.INeedYourGuideance.DoNotLetMyWifeKillMe.JesusNameAmen.” Third ring… I answer. “Hell—lo.”
“Hey, Justin. Babe?” That last word came out in an angry-ish tone. Every bone in my body affectively cracked, and repaired itself to get ready for the impending spontaneous combustion that would ensue. “Did you know you over paid the Bishop a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars? Hun, you’re embarrassing me… and you are on your way. Right?” A long awkward pause. “Hun,” an even longer and more awkward pause followed by a complete and systematic body shutdown relating into a sudden thud. “Hun? Are you there? Did you pass out, again? Ug! If you would tell me what’s going on we wouldn’t be running into these things… Hun? Pick up the phone or so help me I’m going to …”
“Yes hun, I’m here. I’m on my way, be their shortly.”
“You know you don’t have to be here for an hour, but it be nice for you to be hear earlier.”
“Trust me hun,” I replied. “Your goanna want me to arrive early with a wooden steak. After I fill you in with what just happened, you’re goanna to want to steak Derek and his money sucking self. I’ll be their soon, just got to thank God for something.”
“Oh hun, stop being crazy. See you soon. Hun! Don’t pass out on me again; it’s your third time this week. Love you!”
“ILoveYou,More.” Click.
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WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT
However, grim the situation may seem. Remember one very important thing. God is in control, so regardless if somewhere along the line someone promises you something they can’t make good on and it stops you from receiving what you need. Just remember the quickest line to anything is You plus God. It’s simple, Jesus made himself the only middleman and he is the most dependable middle man there is. He is always, one phone call (prayer) away.
The Book Cometh!
Edward put his face on the desk and tilted his face so he could continue to read the book. Edward had never read a book with so much action and power, he had to put it down several times to let his mind rap around everything that the author was trying to express through his book. What looked like an expensive, cheap 99¢ fiction was actually grabbing his imagination and staggering his emotions. This booked gripped his sole as he saw the fictional character reek an insurmountable havoc all over the world... "The Shadow Cometh [...]," he quoted.
---- Words of Encouragement
For every hard work, there is a blessing. For every seed sowed, there is a reap. God is not mocked, and if the seed be good, the sower reaps blessings. The other... not so much.
Good news, the Fiction known as "The Story of 6" will soon make its way past the writer block and into your hands soon. Here is a look at the title page... hope it entices your imagination.
This little title packs a punch, it lets you know... I'm a secret.
This book back sounds chezzy, but it says enough without giving the reader a hint of whats inside... Mwhahaha.
A sneak preview of the printed preface... enjoy.
---- Words of Encouragement
For every hard work, there is a blessing. For every seed sowed, there is a reap. God is not mocked, and if the seed be good, the sower reaps blessings. The other... not so much.
Good news, the Fiction known as "The Story of 6" will soon make its way past the writer block and into your hands soon. Here is a look at the title page... hope it entices your imagination.
This little title packs a punch, it lets you know... I'm a secret.
This book back sounds chezzy, but it says enough without giving the reader a hint of whats inside... Mwhahaha.
A sneak preview of the printed preface... enjoy.
The Story of 6 - Part 12
The Shadow returned to his base of operations to wash of the blood stains and the smell of death off his person. The Shadow was to busy preparing himself for a shower, he forgot to notice a silent alarm had been tripped and a small red LED was blinking on and off in the doorway on the floor. He immediately disrobed himself and walked into the shower. Jarred had prepared his men for everything and they had already prepared the roof for entry.
A small slit was marked the separated the middle of the roof and the rest of it. Moments later a knife stuck in the slit surrounding the roof separation and removed the little rubber strings keeping it from caving in. The middle part of the roof was lifted and was slided to the left. Two ropes fell to the ground, followed by a series of other ropes total 6 on each side. A seventh rope rested in the middle which repelled Jarred into the building.
Jarred looked around without aiming his firearm that was still attached to Jarred’s belt. Jarred had no worries of being shot by his own men or The Shadow. For if The Shadow raised a gun, one of the 15 snip-est would shoot him. Jarred hear the water of the shower fall and drop on the tiles, signaling The Shadow was oblivions to the teams trap.
The Shadow pulled on a towel and walked outside to get his clothing from his office. He looked right past Jarred and did not notice a thing, or maybe he did notice but didn’t care at this time. The Shadow went back to the bathroom and roped himself. Moments later The Shadow walked out into the open floor.
“This is Task Force One, put your hands up.”
The Shadow was arrested without any incident. Jarred immediately called The Profesor down as soon as the area was cleared. Professor Karros landed on the floor and immediately went to the UPT device and notice that the Electronic Dispersal Mechanism and the power source were both missing.
“Take him to Bermuda One have Greg prepare him for questioning.”
“Thank you, Greg.”
“My pleasure, but what do you plan to do with this Janelle?”
“I have a hunch. If I am right I will track The Shadow with it.”
Janelle took the vile containing the Microchip and stuck it in a vault next to a nutrition bag. She had a plan and she was praying she would not have to go through with it.
The Profesor never liked integrations, most of them went sourer. Greg stood next to The Shadow and asked him question after question. Greg tried his hardest to get an appropriate and accurate reading. He knew that without a basis for asking questions that they could not trust a thing The Shadow said.
“Let me speak to the Profesor!”
“You are not getting anything. At least not until I am done.”
“OK, Fine. I have a device. Let me speak to him.”
The Proffesor waved at Greg and hit a button on his intercom telling Greg to get out of the room for a while. Greg walked out of the room and turned left toward where the Proffesor was looking through the glass at The Shadow.
“Yes sir?”
“I will speak with him, once he has been given some nutrients. We don't know how long it has been since he last consumed food, and if this needs to be escalated. Let's just say he needs to be prepared.”
Janelle walked over to the same vault and took out the small sized tracking device. She took the Microchip and stuck it inside the nutrition bag where it immediately followed its programing and hid in the tube. She then walked in the room with The Shadow. The Shadow was unrestrained by hand cuffs, only a lite electromagnetic field pulled meddle bracelets to the chair which kept him comfortable but did not give him much room to budge.
“What are you doing?”
The Shadow had not prepared for this, he was afraid what Janelle could do. He knew much about Janelle just not what she was capable of. He was scared for his life.
“Relax, I'm just going to give you some nutrition.”
She slapped the auto IV in place and it bored in to his vain. She then stuck the tube in the IV. The device was the very first thing to enter and it bored into his skin. The Shadow screeched and his face was full of pain.
“What was that?”
He turned to look at the bag and notice the solution was quickly pouring into him. There was no need for it to trickle in, it was an advanced IV which knew how fast the human body could dispurse nutrition.
The Proffesor walked into the room after Janelle left 15 minutes ago. The Professor opened a notebook and was about to begin righting when The Shadow spoke up.
“You won't need that. Not at all.”
“Oh. Why is that?”
“I have a device that is targeted to destroy most of the world except for Bermuda one and a small list of countries. It has the UPT device and is parked in standard parking orbit. It is also a Maligant Missile.”
The Proffesor face twinged and he store blankly and violently into the shadow.
The Shadow continued, “Just like many of your device. If I don't enter my code with in 24 hours of my last entry, the missile will be launched and you will all suffer. Suffer Gravely!”
The Professor had already contacted the Acting President of the United States. Janelle was listing on to the conversation.
“Mr. President this device is a Malignant Missile and could obliterate 90% of this planets population.”
“What are his demands?”
“He says if you give him amenity he will not cause it the device to explode.”
The President shook his head and spoke this order, “Do not lay a figure on him, I will give him full anemdity.”
The Shadow had been two days, up and about. The President had personally given him the anaminaty and was excited to see his plan through. He was on a roof top waiting for a connection window, the clouds had blocked his way. It had been cloudy for over 2 days. He should have set up the Malignant Missile to arm automatically or with a similar proton burst which told it not to arm every 24 hours.
Janelle had been tracking The Shadow and she could remember hearing the voice of the Lord that he would take care of her. However she did not listen to the rest of what the Lord had spoke to her, she was not to do any action of her own accord. It was too late, she walked onto the roof from the stairway and aimed a gun equipped with a silencer at The Shadow.
The Shadow turned around and was about to fire the weapon when he noticed Janelle was on the roof. Without any hesitation or moral reserver, she fired one shot. One single shot to The Shadows chest. The Shot penetrated The Shadows heart and with only time for The Shadow's face to look distorted, he fell to the ground dead. Janelle was immediately on the phone and gave away her position. She had killed evil, no one else would. Everyone else, including the Profesor would have compromised.
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The book will be released New Years Day, with full revisions and details on what happenes to Janelle in the After Chapters, exculsivly in the book.
You can also expect great things in the future, enjoy. Merry Christmas!
A small slit was marked the separated the middle of the roof and the rest of it. Moments later a knife stuck in the slit surrounding the roof separation and removed the little rubber strings keeping it from caving in. The middle part of the roof was lifted and was slided to the left. Two ropes fell to the ground, followed by a series of other ropes total 6 on each side. A seventh rope rested in the middle which repelled Jarred into the building.
Jarred looked around without aiming his firearm that was still attached to Jarred’s belt. Jarred had no worries of being shot by his own men or The Shadow. For if The Shadow raised a gun, one of the 15 snip-est would shoot him. Jarred hear the water of the shower fall and drop on the tiles, signaling The Shadow was oblivions to the teams trap.
The Shadow pulled on a towel and walked outside to get his clothing from his office. He looked right past Jarred and did not notice a thing, or maybe he did notice but didn’t care at this time. The Shadow went back to the bathroom and roped himself. Moments later The Shadow walked out into the open floor.
“This is Task Force One, put your hands up.”
The Shadow was arrested without any incident. Jarred immediately called The Profesor down as soon as the area was cleared. Professor Karros landed on the floor and immediately went to the UPT device and notice that the Electronic Dispersal Mechanism and the power source were both missing.
“Take him to Bermuda One have Greg prepare him for questioning.”
“Thank you, Greg.”
“My pleasure, but what do you plan to do with this Janelle?”
“I have a hunch. If I am right I will track The Shadow with it.”
Janelle took the vile containing the Microchip and stuck it in a vault next to a nutrition bag. She had a plan and she was praying she would not have to go through with it.
The Profesor never liked integrations, most of them went sourer. Greg stood next to The Shadow and asked him question after question. Greg tried his hardest to get an appropriate and accurate reading. He knew that without a basis for asking questions that they could not trust a thing The Shadow said.
“Let me speak to the Profesor!”
“You are not getting anything. At least not until I am done.”
“OK, Fine. I have a device. Let me speak to him.”
The Proffesor waved at Greg and hit a button on his intercom telling Greg to get out of the room for a while. Greg walked out of the room and turned left toward where the Proffesor was looking through the glass at The Shadow.
“Yes sir?”
“I will speak with him, once he has been given some nutrients. We don't know how long it has been since he last consumed food, and if this needs to be escalated. Let's just say he needs to be prepared.”
Janelle walked over to the same vault and took out the small sized tracking device. She took the Microchip and stuck it inside the nutrition bag where it immediately followed its programing and hid in the tube. She then walked in the room with The Shadow. The Shadow was unrestrained by hand cuffs, only a lite electromagnetic field pulled meddle bracelets to the chair which kept him comfortable but did not give him much room to budge.
“What are you doing?”
The Shadow had not prepared for this, he was afraid what Janelle could do. He knew much about Janelle just not what she was capable of. He was scared for his life.
“Relax, I'm just going to give you some nutrition.”
She slapped the auto IV in place and it bored in to his vain. She then stuck the tube in the IV. The device was the very first thing to enter and it bored into his skin. The Shadow screeched and his face was full of pain.
“What was that?”
He turned to look at the bag and notice the solution was quickly pouring into him. There was no need for it to trickle in, it was an advanced IV which knew how fast the human body could dispurse nutrition.
The Proffesor walked into the room after Janelle left 15 minutes ago. The Professor opened a notebook and was about to begin righting when The Shadow spoke up.
“You won't need that. Not at all.”
“Oh. Why is that?”
“I have a device that is targeted to destroy most of the world except for Bermuda one and a small list of countries. It has the UPT device and is parked in standard parking orbit. It is also a Maligant Missile.”
The Proffesor face twinged and he store blankly and violently into the shadow.
The Shadow continued, “Just like many of your device. If I don't enter my code with in 24 hours of my last entry, the missile will be launched and you will all suffer. Suffer Gravely!”
The Professor had already contacted the Acting President of the United States. Janelle was listing on to the conversation.
“Mr. President this device is a Malignant Missile and could obliterate 90% of this planets population.”
“What are his demands?”
“He says if you give him amenity he will not cause it the device to explode.”
The President shook his head and spoke this order, “Do not lay a figure on him, I will give him full anemdity.”
The Shadow had been two days, up and about. The President had personally given him the anaminaty and was excited to see his plan through. He was on a roof top waiting for a connection window, the clouds had blocked his way. It had been cloudy for over 2 days. He should have set up the Malignant Missile to arm automatically or with a similar proton burst which told it not to arm every 24 hours.
Janelle had been tracking The Shadow and she could remember hearing the voice of the Lord that he would take care of her. However she did not listen to the rest of what the Lord had spoke to her, she was not to do any action of her own accord. It was too late, she walked onto the roof from the stairway and aimed a gun equipped with a silencer at The Shadow.
The Shadow turned around and was about to fire the weapon when he noticed Janelle was on the roof. Without any hesitation or moral reserver, she fired one shot. One single shot to The Shadows chest. The Shot penetrated The Shadows heart and with only time for The Shadow's face to look distorted, he fell to the ground dead. Janelle was immediately on the phone and gave away her position. She had killed evil, no one else would. Everyone else, including the Profesor would have compromised.
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The book will be released New Years Day, with full revisions and details on what happenes to Janelle in the After Chapters, exculsivly in the book.
You can also expect great things in the future, enjoy. Merry Christmas!
The Story of 6 - Part 11
Quickly, like continuing clockwork The Shadow through himself full force into his plan of evil. His plan consisted of several highly gruesome deaths, and if you are like me and have a weak stomach I suggest you pass this section. However if you pass this section you will miss out of the biggest point I can make with a pen.
The Shadow went to his lab and took out the small energy piece of the UPT and moved it to another location. He then proceeded to unfold his ghastly plans on to many unexpecting people and governments. His first would be easy to track, so he could let Jerrad’s team have the sense that they can get The Shadow, but it will be all for vain.
The Shadow left the lab and moved quickly by car to his first victims’ home in Los Angeles. His first victim was a well known actor who had been working with EGT to release a disclosed film. This would get the attention he needed from his grand audience of one.
The Shadow pulled his car up to the homes parking light, turned off the light and continued masquerading as the pizza guy’s shadow. The pizza guy was also a hoax. The pizza guy was really a German assassin hired by another German actor that really hates competition. In fact the actor hated competition so much so he left detailed plans of how the ‘pizza delivery’ was to go down.
The Shadow saw the thin piece of paper well tucked under the uniform. He little and gently removed it and it vanished into thin air. The shadow’s head looked up as if it were forming a smile. Just before the doorbell could be rung, The Shadow had slit the throat of the pizza guy and stripped him of his uniform.
Seconds later The Shadow was in human form ringing the doorbell…
Jarred had got an anonymous tip via phone and was told of a suspicious vehicle stopping over the actor, Jordan Fuquay. There was no doubt it was made from someone who was well aware with the secret contract the Actor had. Jarred immediately called for backup and informed Professor Karros. The Shadow was on the move.
The door bell howled an angry gong and mystic winds made the scene airy and cold. The Shadow smiled at his victim and let the actors deep blue eyes stair at the empty sole that was The Shadow.
“Ya dude, what do you want?”
“Pizza How’s Janelle?
The letter had given explicit directions including the mentioning of Janelle who had dinner with his sisters cousin, twice removed. Obviously they were close because the actors face lit up and his muscles grew twice their size.
“Who do you think you are, you can tell that jealous?”
“You can tell him what? Shh…. The neighbors are sleeping.”
The Shadow through away the pizza box revealing a nice revolver and a blade for a hand saw. With the other hand The Shadow touched the lips of the actor in a warning, and quickly slammed the door shut. The Shadow motioned the actor to the room next to him, where the Actors family had gathered for evening meal.
“Nice family, they I don’t want or care about.”
“I do.”
“Wrong choice.” The Shadow flung the hand saw at the family. In moments later the family fell to their knees and the top of their heads joined them on the floor.
“Dude… Please!” The actor instantly broke, fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness of whatever he had down to deserve this. “Please, just let me go, you’ve murdered my only hope and joy. Leave me please, have mercy.”
“Mercy…” The Shadow picked up the paper and looked at every word. “Mercy? The paper says nothing about mercy.”
The Actor fell to his knees sopping even more so, putting up a scene. The Shadow grew a face of pity, but it was not heartfelt. The Shadow put the gun down and motioned to the actor to leave. The actor instinctively went for the revolver and shot an empty round at The Shadow.
“Tis, not the right move.” The firing mechanism fell to the floor.
Instantly the Actor knew that this was not an ordinary assassin. This assassin ha to be someone of a much higher caliber and pay grade then his arch nemesis could afford. This asassain had to be the only kind of his type. The kind that would kill the President of the United States right while he stands in the White House.
“The Shadow.”
“Good guess, I’ll let you keep one figure.”
“Why me?” The actor moved behind his desk and The Shadow slowly moved toward the actor. “Why are you doing this, to me? I’m just a-. “
“Just a what? An Actor? What about nonsense, or a pawn? What about your life is meaningless and,” The Shadow lifted his voice, “I don’t care about you? What about, no one will ever morn your death, your project will amount o nothingness and you will die.”
At that word, The Shadow picked up the hand saw that had landed, sticking halfway out of this room’s wall. He then took a finger and bend a side of the blade, so not to leave an even cut. He continued speaking.
“The paper clearly says to remove your must ‘vital organ.’ I’ll just be creative and interpretive about it.”
Jarred pulled in the parking lot and deflated the tires of the pizza guy’s car and moved slowly towards the window when the Police arrived. The Police told Jarred’s men to stand down. In accordance with the Professor’s number one regulation, they did. The police had arrived right on schedule.
The Shadow slew the sword and it cut into the actors stomach and lopped of a good portion of his legs. Everything in between the cut area fell to the floor. The Police barged down the door and moved into the room, and one whipped a phrase under his breath. Another police offer saw what had happened and ran out of the scene and aloud the contents of one beef hash and steak ‘n eggs to quickly part from his bowels.
“Put your hands up!” The Shadow complied but as soon as the Police Officer came to cuff him he vanished in his shadow.
To the Police Officers, they believed they saw him escape out the smashed window and blamed Jarred’s team for not capturing him. Just as they had finished yelling at him a cop’s head fell out a police car as it drove away.
“That. That was The Shadow.”
The Shadow moved quickly over to the embassy at New York and walked in to a meeting with the Chinese Ambassador. The Chinese Ambassador was very old but well respect member of the Change Hi Government sector. He was not an easy man to ignore and was quite out spoken. He was also the chief dignitary for governmental relations between the US and his government.
“Excuse me Sir, but this is a closed session.” The Chinese Ambassador’s assistant said.
The shadow pulled out a coin and killed the man via impact to his throat and main artery by a nickel. The Ambassador began to run but was quickly overtaken by The Shadow. The Shadow removed the outside robes of the Chinese Government and took him into the public bathroom.
“Mr. Ambassador, I heard you have many tattoos. I’d just like to add a more fatal one.” With that The Shadow popped one of the ‘Black Heads’ on his arm and quickly pored it over the Ambassador. It formed the words, “One World, Many Nations’ on the ambassadors white shirt. It then burned through the shirt and chest until it eat at the floor underneath the Ambassador. He quickly followed a passing bystander who never heard a sound.
Jerred’s team quickly went to the Ambassador and found he had never returned to the next session with the US Ambassador. Jarred quickly ran down the stairs and followed his suspicions. The Shadow had black heads capable of eating away the most powerful of materials except the cement used in average bathroom tiling. Not the expensive stuff the quick cheap cement that the union bought to make more money from.
Jarred rushed into the bathroom and opened the second to last stall and saw the dead ambassador, and the slogan of EGT’s campaign against a one world order. Jarred hit the bathroom door on his way out. He asked EGT Task Force Control who the main government officials that were visiting the EGT World Commissions Center at the outlands of Israel. The person responded with the names of a dozen major third world countries, and the names of the highest official of Pakistan, Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, Russia, turkey, and many more.
Jarred looked up and saw their light fast helicopter like device fly away. The devices were powered only when the genetic match of a certified captain was found. Jerrad’s captain had wondered how he got a small paper cut over the flesh next to his thumb and trigger finger.
Jarred was immediately called in by the Professor.
“You let him take the Shez Far Copter over to Jerusalem. What were you thinking?” The professor walked amongst the main floor starring at Task Force one. They stood lined in one row, as one of the newest recruits nose started to bleed due to the stress of his relatively new job. “You had better have a lead on his base of operations.”
“Sir, we need to get him now before it’s too late.”
“NO! You must find his base of operations now. Those men are already dead and gone. We need to focus The Shadow’s home base and capture the UPT.” The Professors’ nose itched a little. “Steven, you have been working here for two years, go ask the medic about the stress shot before you disembark. Wait!”
Janelle rushed over to the Professor who whispered in his ears several bad things that were happening all over the place. She also mentioned that they found the ceremonial sword of the Japanese Emperor.
“Jarred go to the location on your GPS, you’ll find his base of operations.”
“How, Sir?”
“Praise, God. The Emperor was a good man. It is fitting that he should lead us to The Shadow after he is dead. The sword of the Emperor was found just outside a strange grey building. Go check it out.”
Janelle had a hunch. She quickly asked Greg to meet her in the Brain Room. The Brain Room was the only big vacant room in the Bermuda One Facility. It had no surveillance because in the center of the almost dark brown room laid a throne chair. The throne chair gave the occupant the ability to process thought faster than humanly possible and only the Professor used it.
Greg stepped to Janelle, “What’s Up?”
“I need you to do something for me, I got a hunch.”
“Oh ya, what is it.”
She pushes a button a tablet and an image of a small experimental non passive GPS micro chip. “I need you to give me this, or just one of them and a matching frequency will do.”
“I can’t do this Janelle! Huh, but why?”
She pushes a side button on the tablet and shows a photograph of the deceased Ambassador. “I found this message to be the cause of death.”
The Shadow went to his lab and took out the small energy piece of the UPT and moved it to another location. He then proceeded to unfold his ghastly plans on to many unexpecting people and governments. His first would be easy to track, so he could let Jerrad’s team have the sense that they can get The Shadow, but it will be all for vain.
The Shadow left the lab and moved quickly by car to his first victims’ home in Los Angeles. His first victim was a well known actor who had been working with EGT to release a disclosed film. This would get the attention he needed from his grand audience of one.
The Shadow pulled his car up to the homes parking light, turned off the light and continued masquerading as the pizza guy’s shadow. The pizza guy was also a hoax. The pizza guy was really a German assassin hired by another German actor that really hates competition. In fact the actor hated competition so much so he left detailed plans of how the ‘pizza delivery’ was to go down.
The Shadow saw the thin piece of paper well tucked under the uniform. He little and gently removed it and it vanished into thin air. The shadow’s head looked up as if it were forming a smile. Just before the doorbell could be rung, The Shadow had slit the throat of the pizza guy and stripped him of his uniform.
Seconds later The Shadow was in human form ringing the doorbell…
Jarred had got an anonymous tip via phone and was told of a suspicious vehicle stopping over the actor, Jordan Fuquay. There was no doubt it was made from someone who was well aware with the secret contract the Actor had. Jarred immediately called for backup and informed Professor Karros. The Shadow was on the move.
The door bell howled an angry gong and mystic winds made the scene airy and cold. The Shadow smiled at his victim and let the actors deep blue eyes stair at the empty sole that was The Shadow.
“Ya dude, what do you want?”
“Pizza How’s Janelle?
The letter had given explicit directions including the mentioning of Janelle who had dinner with his sisters cousin, twice removed. Obviously they were close because the actors face lit up and his muscles grew twice their size.
“Who do you think you are, you can tell that jealous?”
“You can tell him what? Shh…. The neighbors are sleeping.”
The Shadow through away the pizza box revealing a nice revolver and a blade for a hand saw. With the other hand The Shadow touched the lips of the actor in a warning, and quickly slammed the door shut. The Shadow motioned the actor to the room next to him, where the Actors family had gathered for evening meal.
“Nice family, they I don’t want or care about.”
“I do.”
“Wrong choice.” The Shadow flung the hand saw at the family. In moments later the family fell to their knees and the top of their heads joined them on the floor.
“Dude… Please!” The actor instantly broke, fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness of whatever he had down to deserve this. “Please, just let me go, you’ve murdered my only hope and joy. Leave me please, have mercy.”
“Mercy…” The Shadow picked up the paper and looked at every word. “Mercy? The paper says nothing about mercy.”
The Actor fell to his knees sopping even more so, putting up a scene. The Shadow grew a face of pity, but it was not heartfelt. The Shadow put the gun down and motioned to the actor to leave. The actor instinctively went for the revolver and shot an empty round at The Shadow.
“Tis, not the right move.” The firing mechanism fell to the floor.
Instantly the Actor knew that this was not an ordinary assassin. This assassin ha to be someone of a much higher caliber and pay grade then his arch nemesis could afford. This asassain had to be the only kind of his type. The kind that would kill the President of the United States right while he stands in the White House.
“The Shadow.”
“Good guess, I’ll let you keep one figure.”
“Why me?” The actor moved behind his desk and The Shadow slowly moved toward the actor. “Why are you doing this, to me? I’m just a-. “
“Just a what? An Actor? What about nonsense, or a pawn? What about your life is meaningless and,” The Shadow lifted his voice, “I don’t care about you? What about, no one will ever morn your death, your project will amount o nothingness and you will die.”
At that word, The Shadow picked up the hand saw that had landed, sticking halfway out of this room’s wall. He then took a finger and bend a side of the blade, so not to leave an even cut. He continued speaking.
“The paper clearly says to remove your must ‘vital organ.’ I’ll just be creative and interpretive about it.”
Jarred pulled in the parking lot and deflated the tires of the pizza guy’s car and moved slowly towards the window when the Police arrived. The Police told Jarred’s men to stand down. In accordance with the Professor’s number one regulation, they did. The police had arrived right on schedule.
The Shadow slew the sword and it cut into the actors stomach and lopped of a good portion of his legs. Everything in between the cut area fell to the floor. The Police barged down the door and moved into the room, and one whipped a phrase under his breath. Another police offer saw what had happened and ran out of the scene and aloud the contents of one beef hash and steak ‘n eggs to quickly part from his bowels.
“Put your hands up!” The Shadow complied but as soon as the Police Officer came to cuff him he vanished in his shadow.
To the Police Officers, they believed they saw him escape out the smashed window and blamed Jarred’s team for not capturing him. Just as they had finished yelling at him a cop’s head fell out a police car as it drove away.
“That. That was The Shadow.”
The Shadow moved quickly over to the embassy at New York and walked in to a meeting with the Chinese Ambassador. The Chinese Ambassador was very old but well respect member of the Change Hi Government sector. He was not an easy man to ignore and was quite out spoken. He was also the chief dignitary for governmental relations between the US and his government.
“Excuse me Sir, but this is a closed session.” The Chinese Ambassador’s assistant said.
The shadow pulled out a coin and killed the man via impact to his throat and main artery by a nickel. The Ambassador began to run but was quickly overtaken by The Shadow. The Shadow removed the outside robes of the Chinese Government and took him into the public bathroom.
“Mr. Ambassador, I heard you have many tattoos. I’d just like to add a more fatal one.” With that The Shadow popped one of the ‘Black Heads’ on his arm and quickly pored it over the Ambassador. It formed the words, “One World, Many Nations’ on the ambassadors white shirt. It then burned through the shirt and chest until it eat at the floor underneath the Ambassador. He quickly followed a passing bystander who never heard a sound.
Jerred’s team quickly went to the Ambassador and found he had never returned to the next session with the US Ambassador. Jarred quickly ran down the stairs and followed his suspicions. The Shadow had black heads capable of eating away the most powerful of materials except the cement used in average bathroom tiling. Not the expensive stuff the quick cheap cement that the union bought to make more money from.
Jarred rushed into the bathroom and opened the second to last stall and saw the dead ambassador, and the slogan of EGT’s campaign against a one world order. Jarred hit the bathroom door on his way out. He asked EGT Task Force Control who the main government officials that were visiting the EGT World Commissions Center at the outlands of Israel. The person responded with the names of a dozen major third world countries, and the names of the highest official of Pakistan, Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, Russia, turkey, and many more.
Jarred looked up and saw their light fast helicopter like device fly away. The devices were powered only when the genetic match of a certified captain was found. Jerrad’s captain had wondered how he got a small paper cut over the flesh next to his thumb and trigger finger.
Jarred was immediately called in by the Professor.
“You let him take the Shez Far Copter over to Jerusalem. What were you thinking?” The professor walked amongst the main floor starring at Task Force one. They stood lined in one row, as one of the newest recruits nose started to bleed due to the stress of his relatively new job. “You had better have a lead on his base of operations.”
“Sir, we need to get him now before it’s too late.”
“NO! You must find his base of operations now. Those men are already dead and gone. We need to focus The Shadow’s home base and capture the UPT.” The Professors’ nose itched a little. “Steven, you have been working here for two years, go ask the medic about the stress shot before you disembark. Wait!”
Janelle rushed over to the Professor who whispered in his ears several bad things that were happening all over the place. She also mentioned that they found the ceremonial sword of the Japanese Emperor.
“Jarred go to the location on your GPS, you’ll find his base of operations.”
“How, Sir?”
“Praise, God. The Emperor was a good man. It is fitting that he should lead us to The Shadow after he is dead. The sword of the Emperor was found just outside a strange grey building. Go check it out.”
Janelle had a hunch. She quickly asked Greg to meet her in the Brain Room. The Brain Room was the only big vacant room in the Bermuda One Facility. It had no surveillance because in the center of the almost dark brown room laid a throne chair. The throne chair gave the occupant the ability to process thought faster than humanly possible and only the Professor used it.
Greg stepped to Janelle, “What’s Up?”
“I need you to do something for me, I got a hunch.”
“Oh ya, what is it.”
She pushes a button a tablet and an image of a small experimental non passive GPS micro chip. “I need you to give me this, or just one of them and a matching frequency will do.”
“I can’t do this Janelle! Huh, but why?”
She pushes a side button on the tablet and shows a photograph of the deceased Ambassador. “I found this message to be the cause of death.”
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